A tattered old kite   must have been spring when you got flown   but there's no leaves in sight   She left you to swing up there alone   tangled in branches   held by a string   that once let you fly in trusted breeze   Love I've flown, I know the way it feels      As I walk on the ice   the river is silent as a stone   the same river twice   but the one that we walked into is gone   downstream forever   or so it would seem   the warm summer rain so deeply flows   Love floated me, I know the way it goes      I can't work this key   damn thing is jammed or frozen closed   it's a strange place to be   trying to pry my own windows   But there was a second   a match that was made   a key that is warm inside your purse   Love opened me, I know the way it works.